"It's ma opeenion that the Lord askit Miss Jean when he was in Priorsford, and she simply sent him to the right about." She took a drink of tea, with a defiant twirl of her little finger, and pretended not to see the shocked expression on Mawson's face.

To Mawson it sounded like sacrilege for anyone to refuse anything to his lordship.
"Oh, Beller! Miss Jean would 'ave jumped at 'im!" "Naething o' the kind," said Miss Bathgate fiercely, forgetting all about her former pessimism as to Jean's chance of getting a man, and desiring greatly to champion her cause.

"D'ye think Miss Jean's sitting here waitin' to jump at a man like a cock at a grossit?
Na! He'll be a lucky man that gets her, and weel his lordship kens it.

She's no pented up to the een-holes like thae London Jezebels.

Her looks'll stand wind and water.